It’s been a very bad year. In January, I lost my baby, my 16 year old cat named Mufasa. He was diagnosed with kidney failure in September of last year. I changed his food, gave him meds and subcutaneous injections all while working 12-14 hour days as a restaurant manager. He died in my arms, and I haven’t been the same. His 16 year old brother, Diablo is fine, but he has never been alone, so he is needy. In February, I was let go because of the “drastic financial cutbacks.” And now it’s March. This time last year, I started dating my now ex-boyfriend. Fuck. What’s a girl to do? Well, I started doing the things I never had time to do. I am decorating my apartment. I am taking classes online…all of them: spanish, web design, app design and business management. I have been dreaming about running my own business for years, and it is about to come to fruition. So for now, I am trying to make 2013 my bitch.
Posted on Mar 20, 2013
Posted on Sep 5, 2011
I moved back to New York on July 29th last year. There have been plenty of ups and downs, too many jobs, more drama and not enough sex. All I can say is that I am sure I have more social, cultural and romantic opportunities here than I did in Miami Beach. In fact, concerning the dating world, I’ve had more action in the year that I have been here than the five years I lived in Florida! So now I’m renting a room with my friend from Miami and in a few months, we’re getting our own apartment. After going back and forth between working in a restaurant kitchen and working as a private chef, I’ve decided that neither of those two options are the right fit for me. I have two interviews scheduled this week and I worked as an extra for a commercial. I don’t feel stifled anymore. I feel like I can do whatever I want, whenever I want with whoever I want. Faith…it’s a good thing.
Posted on Jun 25, 2011
Posted on Dec 2, 2010
My Christmas list goes something like this:
- A modest, roach-free apartment on the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side, or eff it, Greenwich Village
- My babies! I miss my cats. Since I’ve been living the hobo life, my boys have been living the luxury life at a kennel. They get treats and fresh water twice a day, and they get brushed. I don’t know if they’ll be happy once I get them back.
- A pair of warm boots. Damn this New York winter…and the rain…and the snow.
- Some longjohns….seriously…I moved from Florida to New York, so yeah, I’m cold.
- A white iPhone 4, please. I know it’s a myth, like the unicorn, or the Jonas Brothers’ virginity. A girl can dream, can’t she?
- Gerard Butler…I know, I’ve mentioned this before but please, if there is a Santa Claus, I’ve been a good girl, and I deserve a bad boy.
Posted on Aug 28, 2010
I’ve been in New York for exactly one month and I am thoroughly fucked. After working three shifts at the store, the manager decided that I was not aggressive enough. Wow. Really? I mean, really? My middle name is aggressive. This prompted an all out interview bonanza. I went through seven interviews the first week, and two this week. Still nothing. Let me see: I went to culinary school and housekeeping school, and the agency sends me to interviews for housekeeper/cook or housekeeper positions. Why do these families turn me down because I don’t have enough childcare experience? Seriously? I think it would help if they advertised for a nanny/housekeeper and not waste my time or their time. Don’t get me started about apartment searching. The short-term rental company that I had contacted for a weekly room was busted for scamming people. I had a sublet for two weeks but it was expensive. I should have just waited and found a cheap room for rent. My cats have moved around as much as I have. They were in the car, in a kennel, at a pet sitter and now at a friend’s house…but not for long. Mufasa and Diablo, the little heathens that they are, have been using her couch as a scratching post. Now I have to find a place for them…until I find an apartment…and a job. So yeah, I’m fucked.
Posted on Mar 24, 2008
I got a new job, moved to a new apartment and my bank reimbursed me for the British Airways debacle. But the best thing is that I am a few weeks away from purchasing a new Mac. I am going to order a super duper MacBook Pro. Oh I can’t wait. No more hitting the “i” and “o” buttons with all my strength in order for them to work. Did I mention that I’m getting a Blackberry? Oops, forgot about that one. No more phantom calls and I will get my txt messages on time, not 2 or 3 days after. Life is sweet.
Posted on Nov 5, 2001
You noticed I was gone. I know, it’s been a while. I had to move, but I didn’t think moving would cause so many problems. First, my local phone company sucks. They just suck. They delay the order and then they cancel it. I was without internet access for days! The bastards. And now in my lovely old house, I have an extended family of snails. Yes, you are not going crazy, I said snails. Each night, a little bugger visits myself and the cats. Very gross. I am so far from being unpacked. I still have cups and miscellaneous stuff at my old house! My cats freaked out about the spiral staircase. They were both afraid to climb up the stairs. Mufasa would meow and then go up one step and then meow again and go up another step. It was funny. So I will be unpacking and getting myself together before the big birthday, which is Sunday. I know, I am not 30 yet, but this is the last year that I can say I am in my 20′s. I am going to cry.